Past:My evil stepmother was a cruel warlord until my sister was poked by a beacon of hope in this troubled world near the inside. Some might say I am a silent person, as such I could never accept this so I left the dark tower cause of a two headed dragon .

In my travels to the dark tower I found the thoughtless dented battle pig of my evil stepmother. As I placed it upon my ...whatever that bit there is... it set on fire me. A good thing indeed!

I have been many things, even a noble soul at times, sometimes I even took up exploding, until I settled down in everywhere. It's a thoughtless tiny spherical place full of people who are always smithing . There a vegetable is always a random color.

So you see My ultimate goal became butchering . I've also learned that money is rarely rich if you consider the way my auditory sensors, which is a lovely shade of cyan by the way, set on fire even a washed up hag

Journal:One day I bought a tome of power which was cyan to cover my rear with. Unfortunately it was made in Valhalla for wood-chopping , so it had a square shape.

My brother taught me that I should never use my head for smithing , but Secretly I am muscular so I had to do it. It battered me, so my wig became magenta and elongated

Yesterday I was slashed with a piece of meat in the tavern. The a bandit around me thought it was thoughtless, so he damaged me.

Total number of possible stories: 1.26227395642E+82E means '10 at the power of' so 1.2E+2 is 120. Pretty big number isn't it?You can still have hours of fun with the previous version HERE.